Perfection?

Ignacio Escañuela Romana

We grade the perfect and the imperfect, we rank nature, we classify and predict the concepts that are often not even fully understood by us, that are imposed on us. We set values to categorise, we construct imaginary worlds and we use technology to modify everything around us according to our preconceived models and we want to transform it into what is useful to us.

In reality we are not satisfied with anything and only what is useful to us and is our product exists. So, like a desperate being, we fabricate realities, we make ourselves the criterion, the referent of the universe.

Until, finally, we long for the ancient, when the world was a jungle and the winding river glided towards the mouth and the lurking shadows of the night created nightmares, death was a daily reality and man was an animal satisfied with his unmediated urges. Once we have remembered what we are, we resume the technical transformation and continue to modify everything, including ourselves.

Until, finally, one day, these dreams are extinguished and the human animal has annihilated itself and no longer exists, no longer remembers the primordial songs, the first horrors, the immediate passions. At that moment, technology will be imposed as its own reality, as a species, and nothing will exist but the principle of efficiency and the norm of perfection. The horror will have disappeared, there will be no more alienation, there will be only the fact of transformation towards an ideal that has remained on the way, to be served as an empty object, referring only to itself.